#SomethingWickedTour @MaeClair1 @StoryEmpire
Hello everyone. Welcome to the third day of the Story Empire Author’s Something Wicked Tour. Today, it gives me great pleasure to welcome my fellow author and friend Mae Clair. Get ready for Something Wicked >>>
The Spooky House Thanks for hosting me today, Harmony! It’s fun to be here with your readers kicking off my third stop of Story Empire’s Something Wicked Blog Tour. October is a fun time that brings plenty of shivers and goosebumps as we draw closer to Halloween. Today, I want to wind back the clock to the spooky house in my neighborhood. Almost every community or town had one. When I was six, the spooky house was tucked on an urban, tree-lined street, two doors down from where my family lived. A brooding three-story structure of gray stone with a sprawling covered front porch, white columns, and side bump-outs, it oozed mystery. The adults might have been oblivious, but all the neighborhood kids knew it was haunted. No one actually lived there. It had been converted for business offices with a huge rear parking lot butting against an alley. The lot was sectioned off with lengths of heavy chain strung between squat cement pilings. We’d see people come and go, swallowed up inside, but there were never many cars in the lot. Naturally, we were suspicious. My friends and I were convinced a coven of witches met there. If you ventured too close to the sides where the shadows were thickest, you’d be sucked up into a coffin hidden beneath the eaves. No one would know what happened because an evil twin—capable of fooling everyone—would take your place. (Hmm…I wonder if this is how my love of weaving stories first bloomed?) The house had a resident ghost who lived on the second floor. We knew this because a trio of beautiful stained-glass windows framed the south-facing room, an ideal spot for a ghost to languish. Our phantom was female, a melancholy soul who’d been separated from her true love and imprisoned by the witches because they were jealous. She spent her time listening to an old-fashioned music box while weeping and looking romantically tragic in a flowing white dress. (It’s amazing what six-year-olds can envision when inspired by Dark Shadows and Quentin Collins!) Once, when we were swinging on the metal chains in the parking lot—kids do dumb things when adults aren’t around—one of the neighborhood boys fell and cracked his head on the asphalt. It was a traumatic experience with a lot of screaming, crying, and blood splatter. I remember following the trail of blood down the alley and across a connecting street to his house a day later. The evidence stayed there a long time before the rain washed away the grisly reminder. Although Chester recovered, we were sure the witches had caused his fall, angry that we’d discovered their secrets. I don’t think he ever swung on the chains again. I’m not sure I did either. Not long after that, my family moved to the suburbs where I made new friends and found a new house to invent stories about. Why is it that old homes twine so effortlessly with the paranormal? In my Halloween-themed romantic suspense novel, Myth and Magic, I chose an old lodge in a secluded location for the setting. The house—once the site of an infamous murder in an earlier century—has long since been converted to a corporate retreat. No cell phones, laptops, internet, newspapers or television, just plenty of seclusion. It’s a place for business executives to “de-stress” and rejuvenate. But as Halloween approaches, strange occurrences plague the lodge and its guests—disembodied lights in the trees, damaged food stores, a ghostly woman in white (sound familiar?) ominous messages. When the local police are unable to make any headway, a private investigator is hired. But Caith Breckbill has reasons for not wanting to return to Coldcreek, Pennsylvania, much less with his nine-year-old son. Sometimes real life is more frightening than the supernatural, and Caith’s memories of the town where he grew up are filled with monsters far deadlier than any phantom. If you enjoy spooky old houses, mystery, romance, and strong family dynamics, I’d like to recommend Myth and Magic. Halloween reading never goes out of style. BLURB: AS CHILDREN THEY PLAYED GAMES OF MYTH AND MAGIC… Veronica Kent fell in love with Caith Breckwood when they were children. As a teenager, she was certain he was the man she was destined to marry. But a traumatic event from Caith’s past led him to fear a future together. He left Veronica, hoping to save her from a terrible fate. Twelve years later, Caith, now a P.I., is hired to investigate bizarre incidents at the secluded retreat Veronica manages. Returning to his hometown, Caith is forced to face his nightmares—and his feelings for the woman he’s always loved. THEN ONE DAY THE MONSTERS BECAME REAL. After the callous way Caith broke her heart, Veronica isn’t thrilled to see him again. But strange occurrences have taken a dangerous toll on business at Stone Willow Lodge. Forced to work together, Veronica discovers it isn’t ghostly apparitions that frighten her, but her passion for a man she has never forgotten. Or forgiven. Can two people with a tarnished past unearth a magical future? UNIVERSAL PURCHASE LINK Connect with Mae Clair at BOOKBUB and the following haunts: Amazon | BookBub | Newsletter Sign-Up Website | Blog | Twitter | Goodreads | All Social Media
Here are the rest of the tour stops for you:
- Craig is hosting Staci, who is talking about alien technology.
- Joan is hosting P.H., who is talking about The Banshee Curse.
- Mae is hosting Harmony, who is talking about people coming back from the dead.
- P.H. is hosting Joan, who is talking about Stalkers.
- Staci is hosting Craig, who is talking about his main character(s).